A consult came in at work today from the psych doc. It read: "no psych related issues, patient is sad."
That both amused me and warmed my heart. Like yeah buddy, youโre just going through it!!
Grateful to work in a capacity where I can help hold someoneโs sad.
What should I do with my extra wedding invites? Iโm torn between sending them to companies (LEGO, DropoutTv, my favorite sports teams) or just trashing them??
He rode in on a donkey, he chose passivity over aggression.
One day we sing hosanna the next we shout crucify him.
How many times have we gotten it wrong?
Is there enough grace for us to confess we got this wrong God.
Forgive us, let us try to get it right.
I keep thinking about Palm Sunday, how the popular depiction of Jesus has him riding triumphantly to the sound of cheering crowds.
And, as readers who know the next part of the story, how incredibly wrong we can get the situation of whatโs happening.
Jesus chose peace.
@krissaelle Our work is so difficult youโd think more of us would want community with others who โget itโ, you know?
I know Iโm certainly lucky to have you as a colleague! ๐๐ผ
I need more friends who are chaplains.
Itโs wild to me that within my hospital system there isnโt a gathering of the spiritual care teams. I think we should know each other especially because we often have overlapping patients ๐
Check on your young people.
I have had back to back weekends of young people in my hospital for attempted unaliving themselves.
They feel like no one cares if theyโre here.
Please tell the young people in your life that you care that theyโre here. It could save their life.
And I get to be here, I get to support another generation of kids trying to make their way through this difficult life.
My lived experiences can be tools to bring healing and life.
It isnโt much, but itโs mine. And I get to make the most of it.
So today I tried a new approach. As we concluded our visit I said I hope that you get the chance to be an elder Queer and you can look back on your life and feel relief that it didnโt end at 19.
And they cried. And I cried.
Because life didnโt end for me at 18. Or 21.
Over the last three days I have poured much of my self into this patient and it struck me that I was trying to will this patient to live.
We cannot love someone into making choices we want them to make.
TW: Suicide
Over the weekend I had a patient consult for a young person, a teenager really, who had been previously houseless, who is gender non-conforming, and attempted to end their life.